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The fluorescent lights at the rear of the diner flickered like a strobe light. Logan knew it was driving her man bonkers, so she pushed a sharp gust in the general direction of the fixture, knocking it hard enough for the long bulb to fall out of the socket. Next to her, Connell relaxed, taking a huge bite of his second triple-decker burger. The young werewolves were working on their first with slow, careful bites—the kind taken after not having eaten in a while, so the stomach couldn’t take more than a bit at a time.
Since Connell’s mouth was full, she decided to take the lead. “You guys are Russian, right?” she asked.
The hungry pair stopped chewing, exchanging worried looks. Connell glanced at her, raising a brow at their obvious reticence. Scent wasn’t her thing, but the kids’ su
